http://slow.writerscafe.org/OnceWitheredNigh The original writings of author OnceWitheredNigh en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776142346 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I thought maybe there could be something more for us. Thehope of that fades with each day. But, still, I am transformed and wish to stayfocused on how I felt that day, when we met for coffee.Memory fades, intensity is diminished and drudgery returns.How do I battle the drudgery? How do.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OnceWitheredNigh/1237846/ I can not say these things to you. I can not let anyone whoknows you or I read these things that I write to you.I looked deeper into your eyes than I have ever looked intoanother’s. And those eyes locked upon mine, seeking something deep in me. Wetalked deeply, intensely, passion.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OnceWitheredNigh/1234015/ There were three Three chances, three hopes, three longings that have left meempty and desperate. When the sun rests and the darkness rules, the mixedfeelings of emotions and the free-flowing words of my underbelly stream the starsthroughout the sky.  "Can you hear me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OnceWitheredNigh/1161868/